I remember the last night
Of everything.
March 12, 2020.
We spent it together
They said, "no school tomorrow,
We have a snow day."
It was 50 degrees outside
Without a cloud in the sky
And after that,
We had no one.
We were all together,
But then instantly apart.
I screamed,
And I cried.
But mostly,
I dreamt.
I dreamt of curses with cures,
Of flying without falling.
But saw numbers rising
And buildings burning.
It's been months now,
And the world around me
Is blooming exquisitely.
But the one inside is bleak.
The rays of sunshine
And the stillness of the sea
Amidst the growing chaos
Gives me hope
For a brighter future;
Not spent six feet apart.
And for a world
Of peace and love and unity.
But right now, I'm unsure
Where that world is
Or when she's coming
So I'll just keep writing
And screaming,
And crying,
And dreaming,
For hope to be heard.
Because if you don't
Believe in a dream enough
To push and shove for her,
She'll remain in the shadows.
And maybe one day,
We will all be together again,
My friends, but for now,
All we have is a dream.
